He Steps Into My View
The jet bridge glints under the morning sun as passengers shuffle toward the gate.
Adrian pauses at the entrance, his coat rustling, and his eyes lock on the aisle row 7.
My boarding pass in my hand reads 7C, a silent promise I’m not about to break.
He glances up, the color draining from his face, the sudden pallor a mirror of the betrayal I’ve catalogued.
Behind him, Vanessa shifts in seat 7B, her fingers fiddling with the strap of her handbag, a nervous habit I’ve seen in the investigator’s footage.
She catches my stare for a heartbeat, then looks away, the tremor in her shoulders confirming everything without a word.
